I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

“Don’t worry. Shao Wanwan won’t be able to get away.” Bian Suwen comforted her softly.

Before this, she was still wary because Shao Wanwan had the Poison Sect’s old ancestor backing her, but ever since her Eldest Sister Tantai Yaoyue arrived, that worry vanished completely. No matter how powerful that Poison Sect ancestor was, he was absolutely not her Elder Sister’s match, and if he dared interfere, she would have her Elder Sister send him straight to the afterlife.

“Earlier, you asked why I insisted on staying in Qingling. I didn’t tell you the real reason back then—sorry. How about I bring my boyfriend over so you can meet him? That way you won’t say I’m being a bad friend.”

Mu Nanzhi looked gloomy, so Bian Suwen deliberately brought up different topics to distract her, hoping she would stop dwelling on those unhappy thoughts.

“No need. If there’s a chance later, we’ll talk about it,” Mu Nanzhi said as she shook her head.

If she hadn’t gone through yesterday’s nightmare, Mu Nanzhi truly would have wanted to meet him and see what kind of man could capture her heart. But right now, she honestly had no mood for any of that.

“Alright,” Bian Suwen said, not forcing it, and continued changing the subject.

“Qingling has a lot of great sights, especially the Muwang Pavilion by the Qingling River. It was once called the number one tower under heaven, and it has over a thousand years of history,” she said. “Since you’re already here, it’d be such a waste if you don’t go see it.”

“I’d rather not,” Mu Nanzhi replied, gently shaking her head again. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

In truth, she didn’t care about the scenery at all. She just wanted Mu Nanzhi to go out for a walk, so she wouldn’t stay cooped up in her room and spiral into overthinking.

“…Fine,” Mu Nanzhi said.

She could see right through Bian Suwen’s intentions, but she still agreed reluctantly. Locking herself away really would make her mind run wild, and going out to stroll around and look at things would help her steady her emotions.

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“Hello? Who is this?” Wang Haoran had just arrived at the classroom and was about to start class when he suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number.

“Haoran, it’s me,” a familiar voice said on the other end.

Wang Haoran recognized it instantly. It was Qin Fan, and he asked in surprise, “How do you have my number?”

“I asked my disciple for it,” Qin Fan explained with a laugh.

Wang Haoran understood immediately. The “disciple” Qin Fan meant was Ma Hongsheng, but Ma Hongsheng didn’t have Wang Haoran’s number; only his mother Zhen Li did, so he must have gotten it through her.

“Haoran, I’ve got something I need your help with. Where are you?” Qin Fan asked warmly, sounding all smiles.

Even through the phone, Wang Haoran could practically picture Qin Fan’s face, grinning as brightly as a blooming flower. Of course, Wang Haoran knew Qin Fan was asking for a favor, and he could even guess what kind of favor it was, but he pretended not to understand and said, “I’m in class. I don’t really have time.”

“No problem. I can come find you,” Qin Fan said, still chuckling.

“That works. I’ll send you the address,” Wang Haoran replied.

Right now, he and Qin Fan were still keeping up a polite, friendly front, and refusing to meet would look strange. Of course, he was not going to help with anything; at most, he would just brush Qin Fan off.

“Great. Send it quick, I’ll come over right away,” Qin Fan said anxiously.

“Okay.”

Wang Haoran hung up and sent a location pin.

A short while later, Qin Fan called again. Wang Haoran didn’t pick up and simply rejected the call.

“Haoran, why aren’t you answering?” Qin Fan quickly sent a message.

Are you stupid? How am I supposed to take calls during class? Wang Haoran cursed inwardly, then typed back, “In class. Not convenient to answer.”

“Can you skip class and come out? I have something urgent to talk to you about,” Qin Fan replied.

Wang Haoran lifted his gaze and glanced toward the podium, where Liu Yue was in the middle of lecturing.

“I can’t. The professor is really strict. If I ditch, I’ll get called to the office to ‘have tea,’” Wang Haoran texted back, making himself look thoroughly troubled.

Qin Fan couldn’t force it, so he replied, “Then come out after class. I’ll wait at the school gate.”

“Okay,” Wang Haoran answered, perfunctory as ever.

Soon, the class ended, and the bell rang.

Qin Fan, waiting by the gate and listening for any movement, immediately messaged, “Hurry up. School gate.”

Wang Haoran hadn’t even stood up yet when Liu Yue suddenly asked the class, “Is there anyone who didn’t understand what I just explained?”

No one answered.

Liu Yue’s beautiful eyes swept across the room, and her gaze landed on Wang Haoran almost by accident.

Wang Haoran understood perfectly, since this wasn’t the first time, so he raised his hand and said, “Professor Liu, there’s something I don’t understand.”

“I explained it so clearly, and you still don’t get it? You’re ridiculously stupid. Come with me!” Liu Yue snapped sternly.

That was exactly why other students, even if they had questions, didn’t dare speak up.

Liu Yue turned and left the classroom, her long legs wrapped in black stockings, striding toward the office. Wang Haoran followed behind with a defeated expression.

Mu Zhaozhao snickered and shot him a smug, gloating look.

On the way to the office, Wang Haoran typed a message to Qin Fan: “Bad news. I got caught messaging during class. The professor is dragging me to the office to talk. I’ll contact you later.”

Qin Fan was at the school gate, craning his neck from impatience, and when he saw that message, he felt so frustrated he could only stew. Still, he had no choice but to wait.

He waited for hours, and it wasn’t until almost noon, close to twelve o’clock, that he finally saw Wang Haoran.

“Haoran, you’re finally here!” Qin Fan lit up, tugging the brim of his baseball cap down a little as he walked up. “What did that professor do to you for getting caught messaging in class?”

She made me tear a pair of black stockings, but do you think I’d ever tell you that? Wang Haoran muttered inside, while outwardly he looked miserable and sighed. “They deducted some credits, and I have to clean a classroom for a whole week.”

“That serious?” Qin Fan exclaimed, then said apologetically, “I’m really sorry, Haoran. I dragged you into this.”

“You didn’t mean it,” Wang Haoran said, waving it off like a magnanimous gentleman. “Besides, it’s on me for being careless and getting caught.”

Seeing that, Qin Fan found this future brother-in-law even more pleasing to the eye, and he got straight to the point.

“Because of something that happened, your sister is angry with me,” Qin Fan said. “Can you help me plead with her?”

“Which thing?” Wang Haoran asked, fully aware, but pretending not to know.

Qin Fan looked embarrassed. “That thing. You even saw it at the time. Don’t tell me you forgot?”

How could I forget? I was the one pulling strings behind the scenes, and you still have no idea. Wang Haoran smirked inwardly, then made an “oh” face as if it had just clicked.

“Ah, that. I’m really sorry. If I hadn’t been watching short videos back then, none of that would’ve happened,” he said, sounding guilty. “If you think about it, it’s my fault.”

“That’s not on you,” Qin Fan sighed. “The whole internet’s going crazy over it. Your sister was bound to find out sooner or later.”

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